Elk Rapids High School - Yearbook (Elk Rapids, MI)

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1977 Senior Class Address 1977 Senior Class Address Good evening. On behalf of the class of '77, seated here before you, welcome. Graduation is an important and awe inspiring moment in our lives. Each of us has been looking forward to this day in a different way. There are some who have eagerly a- waited the end of school ever since they stepped into their kindergarten rooms-filled with screaming classmates. Then, there are those who apathetically accepted almost everything that came their way. And finally, are those who truly liked school. But whether we liked it or not, school has been a major portion of our lives. Sud- denly, it no longer needs to be, and we peer into the future with a slight hesitation, asking ourselves and each other, What comes next? When we were younger, often school was an unpleasant word, perhaps bringing to mind a stern principal toting a large paddle, or an exam four hours long-and that was just the first page! but now we are confronted with something which may be a much more unpleasant word-even an intimidating word-or it may be a great joy. That word is J-O-B, JOB! Choosing a career is a major concern for many. There are so many different jobs available today, and so many aspects of each job, that a person is easily confused. Of course, there is always a never-ending line of people who will offer you advice-asked for or not-and sometimes it can be helpful. However, each person must decide upon his goal for the future and aspire to fulfill it. Let us consider the class motto: We cannot discover new oceans until we have the courage to lose sight of the shore. The new oceans to be discovered may include a world of new friends, new places, new dreams and aspirations, and new and different ideas. These new oceans cannot be met unless we have the courage to lose sight of the shore. To many this shore is home, family, and friends. True, we can keep these as important parts of our lives but we must always reach out and search for our various oceans. As long as we see the shore and hold tightly to its vision and the security thereof we cannot truly explore new oceans. These oceans can be as vast, or as limited, as you make them. So as each of us struggles on, confronting our problems, and making the day-to- day decisions, let us not be dismayed. For we are not alone, there are many others facing the same dilemmas-the choice of a career and the proper course of their lives. Author, W.S. Martin provides us with a comforting thought: Be not dismayed whate'er betide, God will take care of you Beneath his wings of love abide, God will take care of you With these words, let us stand strong, be happy this most important evening and look forward-filled with warm memories and prepared to lose sight of the shore.

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CLASS 1977 WE CANNOT DISCOVER NEW OCEANS UNLESS WE HAVE THE COURAGE TO LOSE SIGHT OF THE SHORE

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CLASS WILL I, Pam Pondell, will to Susan Morrison all the happiness this world can offer. I, Jill Stepke, will to Denise Ehlers the ability to fill the cup to overflowing. I, Sheila Marker, will to Kerry Kinery a book of matches and a book on how to prevent garage fires so next time she will be more careful. I, David Glick, will to Drew Overlee an electrical socket to carry in his pocket so that he will remember to plug in the camera. I, Lucy Dawson, will to Karen Norton, Lori Breece, and Susie Morrison my ability to smoke in the bathroom for four years and never get caught. I, Lynn Beardsley, will to Marge Beardsley the lemons with- out making a face. I, Mike Sgriccia, will to Kerry Kinery a broken flower pot and a tube of super glue, I, Diane Merillat, will to Julie Cowles a private mechanic to keep her Pinto in good running condition. I, Chad Williams, will to Cole Shoemaker my ability to get high for an overhead smash. I, Corky Norman, will to Doug Coates my because, for those- special occasions. I, Rob Westlund, will to Jeff Hoover a Ph. D. so he can be a real Dr. J. I, Dave Lark, will Doug Coates my crutches for next football SCHSOII. I, Rich Swift, will to Jeff Meiser my ability to party before, during, and after school and still make it there the next morn- ing, late. I, Tim Burfiend, will to Randy Coleman one pair of steel-toe baseball shoes for the next time he has to pound in some steel posts. I, Denisa Francis, will to Renee MacLeod a beautiful time in wherever you may end up as an exchange student. I, Colleen Bradfield, will to Jeff Hoover the ability to be torn between ONLY ONE lover. I, John Cardella, will to Douglas Coates my ability to stay up until 5:00 in the morning and still FLOAT into school. I, Jo Anne Orr, will to John Bradley my sistergl didn't want her in the first place. I, Kevin Coleman, will my ability to get away with missing as much school as possible to- Susie Morrison, because while you're out of school you can't get expelled. I, Katie Steed, will to Marcia Sgriccia as many cold com- presses as it takes for next New Year's Eve and my piano. I, Lynn Thomas, will to Carolyn Hollenbeck my superior mental abilities. I, Iris Merillat, will to Jill Jennette a little Red-Headed Boy all her own. I, Mark Peterson, will to Sue Maxwell a lifetime pass to the Cherry County Playhouse, three beers in the Parlor after- wards, and dinner at 1 a m with Vicki Lawrence. I, Patrick Zak, will to Joe Fegan all of my incredible talents. I, Brett Morse, will to Marty fthe fishj Merillat my ability to avoid being lured into the net. I, Ken Krumlauf, will to Doug Coates, my ability to play loud rock androll music I, Linda Carpenter, will to my aggressive sister, Connie the ability to watch the movie on television instead of making her 'own X-Rated movies on the couch, co-starring Charlie May. I, Kim Cram, will to Gennie Clark all of my bookkeeping ability so that she may pass it next year I, Terry Lynn Bradiield, will to Kerry Lee Kinery 7 colored scarves so she can cover up each day of the week those marks left by that ANIMAL. I, Pam Pondell will to Lori Hefron, six feet of love, fox, gentleness, passion, security . . .